Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

The original owner gave up a quarter of her soul in exchange for the chance of revenge. She wanted to break away from the He family with her children, and she also wanted to make He Sichen, a beast in clothes, worse than death.

Ling Liang had just returned from the ancient plane. He had been fighting and killing for too long, and he was still a little unaccustomed to stopping suddenly. The task that 999 took over was just what he wanted.

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, Ling Liang walked out, stood in front of room 1202, and turned the door handle.

He Sichen was at work, He's mother went shopping with a few old plastic sisters, and He's father was the only one at home, watching the TV with high volume with gusto.

The old man with half-long hair and the host answered questions and vowed to tell the audience that the product he developed was not a useless health product, but a miracle medicine that would eliminate the problem after taking it.

Father He nodded as he heard this, thinking that when his son came back, he would also buy him a course of health pills.

He changed his position on the sofa and sat down, intending to study the ingredients of the miracle medicine carefully. The host introduced it too quickly before, and he didn't even understand the deer antler, ginseng and polygonum multiflorum.

But it doesn't matter. He watches this show often and knows that the column team will play the recipe again soon, so he can just wait for a while.

Father He picked up the teapot on the coffee table and took a big sip down the spout. At this moment, the TV screen suddenly went black.

Ling Liang threw the remote control back on the seat cushion.

It was finally quiet.

Only then did Father He realize that his daughter-in-law had come back. He said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? I haven't looked at your dad. Am I still looking at you?"

"The sound was so loud that it gave me a headache."

Ling Liang said coldly: "This volume is almost tearing the roof off, and your hearing is fine. Is it interesting to disturb the people all day long? Do you still have any sense of public morality?"

Since Father He retired from his job last year, he has had nothing to do. He is either holding the radio and playing storytelling to deafening ears all day long, watching these strange programs on TV, or calling his poker friends over to play mahjong to fight the Landlord.

At this time, the original owner must be there to entertain him with good food and drinks.

Neighbors came to the door many times to ask Father He not to make a big fuss. People from upstairs and downstairs came to persuade him, but Father He went his own way. He didn't care how others felt. His own comfort was the most important thing.

Now being accused of being dishonest by his obedient daughter-in-law, Father He looked quite unbelievable.

He pointed his index finger at Ling Liang to say something. He glanced at him and saw that his hands were empty, and immediately asked: "Didn't Sichen ask you to buy crabs? Where are the things?"

Ling Liang: "I didn't buy it."

"It will be noon soon. If you don't buy groceries or cook, what will we eat!"

Father He suddenly stood up and stared at him fiercely, as if he had done something unforgivable.

"Old man, do you have no arms or legs? If I don't cook, will your family starve to death? If you want to eat, why don't you go to the kitchen and cook it yourself?"

Ling Liang glanced at him impatiently and looked at the clock on the wall. He Sichen would not be back for more than an hour.

Father He looked ugly. He didn't understand why his always obedient daughter-in-law suddenly became so tough. After thinking about it, he understood. His son was on a business trip a few days ago and didn't hit her for several days.

This woman, who had not been beaten for three days, went to the house to uncover the tiles, and she dared to contradict his father-in-law. When Sichen came back later, she had to talk to him.

Father He is like this. He is obviously a man, but he is extremely narrow-minded and likes to stir up trouble.

In most families, generally speaking, the father-in-law has less contact with the daughter-in-law than the mother-in-law, because they want to avoid suspicion.

He's father just did the opposite. If the original owner didn't do a small thing well, he would catch him and talk about it endlessly, and he would go to He Sichen every time to make a fuss.

Wouldn't he know that this approach would anger He Sichen and give the original owner a severe beating?

He is very clear.

He is just bad.

As for He's mother, she is a decent person.

Hitting people or scolding people will never happen to her. Her best skill is to hurt people with soft knives. Normal words change their taste when they come out of her mouth, making people feel like they have swallowed a fly. Diaphragm response.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

The farewell sounds of Mother He and the old sisters came from the corridor, and after a while, she walked in the door.

As soon as He's father saw the alliance, he rushed over in three steps and told He's mother about Ling Liang not cooking and not respecting him.

After hearing this, Mother He put the four or five packaging bags with eye-catching logos on her arms on the table, slid them up and down in a circle, and smiled.

She said softly: "Xiaoye, what's wrong? Why are you so angry?"

The smile on He's mother's face reminded Ling Liang of a plant like the Venus flytrap, which can secrete sweet juice and quickly close its leaves when insects are addicted to delicious food, turning it into nutrients.

Mother He is a human being, but at this moment, her essence seems to be no different from that of a Venus flytrap.He also looks kind and amiable, but in fact he talks sweetly and is a swordsman.

Ling Liang refused to answer her knowing questions.

Mother He gritted her teeth secretly, still smiling on her face, and guessed slowly: "Did my Sichen bully you again, and you are so angry? Alas...it was his fault for beating people. He will come back later, Mom I will teach him a lesson for you!"

"Then how are you going to teach him a lesson?"

Ling Liang looked at He's mother and took the opportunity to take over the words, "Can you let him experience the pain I have suffered?"

He approached Mother He step by step, "Your bedroom is next door. Don't tell me what He Sichen has done. You don't know."

"Would you hit your son's inner thighs with a belt? Would you burn your son's abdomen with cigarette butts? Would you gag your son's mouth and pinch and twist him everywhere with your hands?"

Mother He felt guilty due to the harsh gaze of the other party, and turned her head away from looking at Ling Liang.

Ling Liang smiled and held He's mother's shoulders, "You won't. Because He Sichen is your dearest and most beloved person, how can you be willing to hurt him, only if he hurts others."

"Auntie, your lessons are always just words," Ling Liang took two steps back and spoke softly, "Don't be so disgusting next time, okay? I don't like it."

He's mother must have looked good when she was young. Even if she is old now, she is still two or three points more beautiful than other people of the same age.

Her fair skin and well-maintained slender figure make her inexplicably more convincing when she goes out to speak ill of her daughter-in-law.

What Ling Liang did was equivalent to throwing her face to the ground and stepping on her again and again, almost pointing at her nose and scolding her for being extremely hypocritical. Mother He was so angry that her whole body trembled, and her snow-white face instantly turned into a palette.

She has always been proud of her proficient speaking skills, which can always make others crazy and jump, but they have no choice but to be led by her.

But when it comes to beating around the bush and hitting a straight shot, all her skills are useless.

He's mother remained motionless on the spot, her face ashen, while He's father frowned and stood not far away, staring at him.

Ling Liang couldn't help but sneer when he saw that the old couple's fighting ability was so low, "Hey, let me tell you, which one of you is going to cook? If this goes on, He Sichen will have to eat air when he comes back. Don't look at me, there's no way I can go."

After saying that, he ignored the dagger-like gazes of his father and mother, returned to the original owner's room, and closed the door.

Finally, He Sichen, who had just started the car and was about to go home for dinner, received a call from his mother. She muttered about her daughter-in-law's rebellion and asked him to find a place to have lunch at any time.

In fact, there are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator, so it is no problem for He Sichen to fill his stomach.

But He's mother's cooking skills were mediocre, and she hadn't cooked for a long time. The kitchen was in a mess, and she couldn't cook a single decent dish, so she had no choice but to make do with the meal.

He Sichen sat in the car for a while, then his face darkened.

How can I give my wife an unforgettable lesson tonight?

He began to think about this problem.